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Gorgeous Mr. T.W. Dog taught at the cat college, a big mistake.
They were snarly and growly, and many were totally fake.
He tossed one meowing student out the window, she landed in a pond.
You cannot do that! Said the headmaster. What planet are you on?
In dog school, we can do this, T.W. Dog told the man with delight.
He was laughing his guts out because that wet cat did not look all right.
You cannot have a second chance, the boss aid, because her daddy Joe
Is the one who brings us kibble and bits, and he would think this was low.
But Daddy Joe came by and saw his offspring shaking off water.
It couldn’t have happened to a meaner or nastier ugly-acting daughter.
He congratulated T.W. and gave him a sturdy healthy raise.
The headmaster turned direction and began to give him deep praise.
SALVATION ACCORDING TO FAITH
“Help, help!”, I shout out loud, in fear.
‘HELP, HELP!’, echoes of my voice I hear.
Over and over, impinge in my mind
Closer and closer, it gets so near.
Louder and louder my cries, my plea
Further and further they go from me…
……they’re gone.
Silence now reigns, it deafens me
Panic has broken and overtakes me
Faster and faster my pulse is raised
Harder and harder the pounding, the beat.
Tighter and tighter I clutch my head
Greater and greater, the feeling of dread.
……I’m lost.
“Why? Why?” I asked the mirthless grass
“Speak, speak!” I bark at mirrored glass
Angrier and angrier, my voice phonate
Wilder and wilder, my eyes gyrate
Darker and darker my thoughts evoke
Uglier and uglier my moods provoke
…..I weep.
'Non Compos Mentis' is my best state of mind
'Caveat Emptor'!! …as I cannot be kind
Nastier and nastier I’m down in the dumps?
Lower and lower I’m in the doldrums?
Crazier and crazier, I spit at my shadow
Weaker and weaker, …my life is so shallow!
….I pray!
“Come, come”, to only You I turn.
“Come, come”, my life is so forlorn.
Dearer and dearer my love for God
Stronger and stronger, my body, my soul
Forever and ever my faith shall hold
Redeemer, redeeming, The Lord God of old.
….I’m saved.
(The Fg 81.5.8)
Form:
Life is a route they say,
And I choose the rooted route,
For the root will hold the fruit,
And the shoot will ever be strong,
But somehow there is a question,
Where am heading to really?
I need to be directed and led,
For I am injected with neglect,
Dejected and never corrected,
Where are my mentors, I ask,
Hiding, misguiding or backsliding?
Will I manage the unfamiliar route?
I once was a pilgrim to haven,
Now sure I am a victim of ravens,
Torn and bleeding, nowhere to hide,
Exposed to unfamiliar dangers,
Imposed new and bad cultures,
Inhaling of dirty, uncouth mist.
I once used to shine as a skyline,
I would dine with the prominent,
To get advices and spices of life,
Now at the bottom line for sure,
And in a topsy-turvy state, oh no!
Will I manage the unfamiliar route?
I have decided, to go on my way,
I sure will attain the unattainable,
Make lifeless regardless of kindness,
And holding a gun and not for fun,
One two three,Boom!Boom!Boom!
Do or die! Not a movie but reality.
Will run to Fathers,Nuns and Pastors,
Not for repentance but vengeance,
Go to the neighbours and daughters,
Snatch their precious from them,
Oh boy!I have much condemnation,
With less and less determination.
I am loosing my way surely, boy!
The route is getting nasty and nastier,
My roots are getting weak and weaker,
My fruits will now get bitter and bitter,
Am labouring and toiling in vain really,
Digging, harvesting nothing in seasons.
Dear listeners, I have a question,
And a suggestion for your digestion,
Do you want me really to achieve,
Make strong my root,my fruit will enjoy,
My future don’t destroy, make it!
And I manage the unfamiliar route.
This a story of Lisa
she was born In south of Nigeria
Papa was a young dealer
her mama was high of Santa Maria.
Daddy said go to church everyday
But the pastor was tryne get in her.
Put his tongue in her mouth
When she told her dad He slapped her “Lisa”
Dumb girl Don’t be lying here
She was dumbfound like mama
They called the family pastor started deliverance on her matter
Took her back to the church and they left her home alone with that pastor
20 abortions later she was filled with hate for her father.
Crying to God on her knees everyday
and she looking for a single answer
Only silence came Took her bags and ran
Then she ended in the house of a gangster
So wait
They Told her she beautiful
They Told her she really cool
They Told her to take clothes off
Let them photograph nudes
Flashlight on journey to ****
Heroin coke and the Molly she’s done
Drowning in darkness Drowning in darkness
There’s no light at the end of the tunnel
How many nights unpaid
How many nights of sex
How many nights of rape.
She looks at the sextape and cries out
This for my sisters that been abused and live sad
Stuck with a memory of the past so they relapse
This for my sisters that need God but feel bad
There’s a light at the end of the tunnel so don’t give up
Lisa became the biggest pornstar at 24
Fast money Fast Life
lying on her pretty fours
No shame white eyes daddy’s girl was living raw
Since he didn’t play his role attention was her daddy now
The comment section and the million followers got needier
She learnt this love ain’t real cos all they wanted was that nastier
Gangbang threesomes she’s breaking every mirror
She gained the world and lost her soul the drug abuse was deadlier
overdose and found herself lying in a hospital
A picture on the wall says “God loves you” and she’s crying out
“Why did you leave me,” She wept
“Why didn’t you help me, you left”
She felt a hand on her shoulder and a soft voice say
“Forgiveness was the answer
Forgive your past first Forgive yourself next
Pain is a guest That becomes entitled
when you let it stay longer through shame and regret”
You have gone berserk the ghost said to me.
I will acquire an ambiance that shows I am free.
The level of thinking brought me a hulking gargoyle.
He said, “please relax” and slide down this tinfoil.
I saw a curve as I flew off the slide onto a leather couch.
The manager of the furniture store heard me yell “ouch!”
The selection of lamps was intriguing, but how to classify?
Those glorious multi-colored light fixtures began to magnify.
The ghosts are running rampant in the attic a guy said.
Manager told us he would continue speaking to these crafty undead.
Dracula’s tummy grew bolder, it began to turn into a giant belly.
Worse, it also transmogrified into a vile something really smelly.
Let’s celebrate the store’s fifteenth year, the owner announced.
After we replace those light bulbs, the hostess said as she flounced.
They were marked with tiny graves, weirdly turned toward the garden.
I think they have been stupefied, I said. Please beg my pardon.
The jack-o-lanterns in the display window were now easily defeated.
By the delicate ghouls who were nastier when standing than when seated.
A Halloween minister came to marry whoever wanted to be hitched.
We made short work of this little guy, he became immediately bewitched.
Millennials are spring breaking
Boomers are hunkering down
Clowns are pointing fingers...again
No vacancy at the coroner's lounge.
Florists and pharma are stacking chips.
The panicked are dusting off prickly prayers.
The media is tossing frantic into the wind.
The government is shutting us down.
Not enough bleach or kits to go around.
The preppers laughing at the newly desperate.
The rich and the guilty have all been tested.
Poor men get no empathy and are laid to rest.
Under champagne glasses of tinsel towns.
Covid-19 is but a long prequel.
For much nastier things to come.
A wise old woman once said to me
"Death always comes in threes".
Somewhere in all this froth
I've lost track of myself
and no longer count the blessings.
The enemies of your enemies
In politics are your political friends
The friends of your enemies
Are definitely not your friends
Politics get dirtier everyday
These days, lots of people are being hurt
Politics get nastier everyday
Mad or crazy politicians have no heart
They have respect for nobody
And are concerned solely about money
Power and privilege. They will kill to win
And they will maim to be elected and reelected
Some politicians don't have thick skin
They're ready to participate in illegal raid
Just so they can win at any possible cost
The friends of your enemies need not post
Nothing because they avenge, and backstab
They cannot move forward but want to go back
To their old ways of theft, cheat and corruption
Be protective of the ballots at the next election.
Copyright © February 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Elmer said "Dad, you used to race
"On that bicycle you were often in first place
"You glided up hills, you zoomed on the flat
Then you just stopped, please explain that!"
I said to Elmer, this is my tale
I walked into a bike shop named "Endless Trail"
Thunder and lightning lit up the bike tech's face
He looked eerie, was I in the right place?
I told the tech that my chain always slips
He put it on the rack, rotated at a clip.
He said "this bike works like a charm."
But I didn't believe him, I waved my arm.
I said "this bike failed on a Taconic climb
"I lost the race; it ruined my time.
"It slipped on me on the way here too!
"I'm sure I'm not crazy, what do I do?"
Thunder rumbled, and lightning hit nearby
A bat flew in, like a mouse learning to fly.
The tech gave a saturnine smile
He said: "The bicycle gremlin has you in his file."
"You see, he's been spotted in the Hudson valley
"He strikes in the country, he strikes in the alley
"He's a prankster, he just can't resist
"Producing glitches, that don't exist."
I left the store, I rode into the hail
I felt better about myself, though I shook in the gale.
Then my feet flew off each side
The chain had slipped, the gremlin at my side.
He knew I'd seen him, and I gave chase
He looked like a leprechaun, but a nastier face.
I said to him "I'll see you hang!"
When suddenly my tire blew with a bang.
The Gremlin smirked, said "can't catch me!"
So I had to stop biking, I'm sure you'll agree
Now I raise tomatoes and collect stamps
Not as much fun as flying off ramps.
Elmer looked at me with affection, said "Now I understand
"Only magic could stop you that nobody could withstand.
But my heart sank, when he repeated his tale
to the folks who run the bikeworx at Endless Trail.
Endless Trail's owner told Elmer of a conspiracy
It's the car companies that pay the gremlin, you see
So frustrated cyclists will switch to a car.
The bicycle gremlin can push them too far.
So my rep was saved by Endless trail
The check I wrote is in the mail.
Those hateful green eyes. . .
I’ve seen more color in blacks and grays than in your bottomless hell
You call yourself a true friend?
With you, I’ve never been more ignored!
I had once begged for your attention,
But now I dread it
You’ve found the bad in me
And now you present it
I want to call you out till the life returns in those heartless eyes
Till you taste the red blood of thousands you have shed—
Till real tears free you from the glare of your green
We shall mix and match and make new, oh I promise you—
We will make bright yellows together and call it justice
I’ll turn your vanity into desperate prayers
Try your glares—I’ve got nastier snares
What is it in those canny, green eyes
That makes you hate the very air that gives you life?
You inhale kind souls with that glare of ingratitude
Spitting them out with disgusting, aftertaste claims
Oh, you know so well not to take in mine anymore
That bitter Wormwood that’s got your taste, bud—
Well it’s got nothing on me
Everyone agrees that war is cruel
Everyone agrees that war is suicidal
Everyone agrees that war brings mortar, anger
Hunger, pain, suffering, death, horror and terror
But a nuclear war is deadlier, nastier and bloodier
More painful, more criminal, more diabolical
More devastating, more witless and more evil
Human being was born to put things together
To build, not to annihilate and not to murder
God created humans to make the world better
Not to destroy, not to burn or to shatter
A nuclear war would be a total disaster
No human is really dumb to have such a war
Let’s swear not to have a darn one. We can roar
Like lions to scare off the tigers. We can fistfight
All we want. The best way to test our might
Is to dialogue, to talk to each other like humans
To avoid the ruins and to find lasting solutions.
Copyright February 2022, Hébert Logerie, All Right Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.